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Jimin: Traumatized

Requested! This is a part 2 to the Jimin: Naughty one shot. They say the sequel is worse than the original but here I go!

Reader POV:

"So, where is he now?" My lip quivers as I close my eyes. The Beethoven music softly playing as I lie on the couch. I turn to the psychiatrists.

"I don't know. He could be anywhere." I whisper. "I honestly am really scared."

"Here." She gave me a small piece of paper. It slips easily out of her hands as the rough surface rubs my fingertips. "It's my number. Make sure to call me or the police if he comes after you."

"You don't understand, I have this number, but there is no stopping him from getting me. I see him." My chest constricts with fear, air suddenly not being able to make to my lungs. I gasp as hard as I can, however I cannot breathe. I struggle to sit up but a hand pushes me down.

"You are going to be alright. He's not here."

"It's you..." My eyes want to pop out of their head. I see him, Jimin. He licks his lips and leans close.

"You can't escape me."

I scream and shove him off. I scramble up and grab the nearest thing as a weapon, the cup by the table. I'm panting hard, eyes locking with him. He only smiles, but the words that fly out of his mouth do not match. I shake my head a few times before Jimin is gone, to be replaced with my psychiatrist.

"You are seeing hallucinations. Whatever he has done to you, it's affecting you. You must breathe and clear it. Learn to let go." Her hand reaches out to me and I flinch back.

"You need some medicine." She sighs and turns to her table. She grips a pen before it violently scribbles across the page of her notebook. "I'm giving you two doses a day. This antidepressant should help."

"Okay..." I release a shaky breath. In her outstretched hand is a bottle of pills I reach out expectantly only to have her pull back.

"It's important that you know that he's gone. He isn't going to harm you any further."

"We don't know for sure." I snatch the bottle. My eyes are still wife and face still matted with swear. I am afraid. Afraid that if I close my eyes I'll see him, waiting to torture me. "Thank you, Doctor."

"Anytime."

I exit the building and get into my car, the leather seats run by my hand as my mind wanders off into deep thoughts.

Why am I so paranoid? I shake my head and start the car to drive off.

The drug store is relatively quiet at three in the afternoon, I reach for the shelf for the grey bottle. Great, it matches my depressants. I turn around to place it in my bag. Just as I raise my head, I see a young short man's back. His head is bright red, as if unnaturally dyed. He turns to face me and I my hand lets go of the bottle, dropping onto the floor.

"S-s-stay away!" I slowly back up. Jimin only lifts his chin up in amusement.

"Did you miss me? Don't worry, missy, I'm coming for you."

"No! I'm not going back to you again!"

I didn't realize that I had entered a section of the shop where the floor is still slippery from being recently mopped. I slip and fall on my head, hitting my head and blacking out. Through closing eyes, Jimin isn't there and I succumb to sleep.

Flashback

The police roughly carry him from his handcuffed position on the floor. I try not to make eyes contact with him, but I still see his smirking and victorious smile.